James Arden checks out the garage rockers latest album.
The Christian rock band from Brighton bring religion to the masses.
Recipe for modern R'n'B album: liberal helpings of guest rappers and an overdose of sexual euphemisms.
Having been told by a friend beforehand that former Libertine John Hassall’s band Yeti were “really nothing special”, the sparsely scattered crowd initally seemed fitting to the type of gig I was expecting. But as soon as the band started playing their ‘psychedelic’ 60s-sounding pop songs, complete with three-part harmonies and the occasional hint at country and Western, I couldn’t really understand why so many people were missing out.
With a self-proclaimed “sturdy disregard for the angular-centric, over-produced disco rock that has dominated London's music scene over the past few years”, these guys were a refreshing hark back to the good old days (oh…I didn’t) of The Beatles, with a slightly Peter Sellers/Spike Milligan-ish tone to some of their songs, such as Insect Eating Man.
As a few brave fans awkwardly edged towards the stage, a grateful and chisel-featured Hassall cracked a smile and ploughed on through the set, the whole band visibly aware that this was not going to be a life-defining evening. Their speedy departure from the stage, followed by a rushed encore, was appropriately summed up by guitarist Mark ‘Harmony’ Underwood when he afterwards declared “Could you tell how pissed off I was the whole way through that?”
Fair do’s. Yet any reluctance to crowd around the stage was probably more to do with the embarrassingly vast amount of floor space that would have to be crossed in order to do this, rather than the music. If my [slightly drunken] feelings were anything to go by, Yeti were pumping out the type of tunes you could dance to without feeling you needed a pout to go with that vintage dress, but then again, you might only think this if, like me, your preferred dance move is the Charleston. For the younger at heart, the relaxed and unobtrusive sound of the band might not quite cut it for you but, as far as I was concerned, I was sad to see them leave so quickly, although, admittedly a little pleased this had happened in Leeds and not York.
it did indeed happen in york too, at the junction. noone there either.
no one's ever at the junction!
ps. bring back the charleston...
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